Last week was probably the hardest week I have had here. Little things kept going wrong and building on top of each other. Things were looking up on Saturday, until I started drinking with Melissa and Jill. I went for the vodka and they went for the beer. I had about four shots within the first 15 minutes, when they decided they wanted to play power hour, which is when you take a shot of beer every minute for an hour. So this meant they needed the shot glass, so I started taking shot after shot to make up for the time I wouldn't have anything to drink out of. The next thing I know I am swigging out of the bottle. Within the first hour of the night, I am completely trashed along with Melissa. I staggered back to room to pass out on my floor. Not good. Apparently the night went on for hours and hours after I left. When I woke up Sunday morning I was paralyzed to my bed. I don't even recall climbing my ladder or why I was wearing three layers of pj's. I am just glad that I left when I did because I hate it when I get sick and people are hovering over me. At least I passed out in peace. Leave it to Melissa to get belligerent as fuck again last night. She has no remorse! So delightful! I on the other hand spent the night talking through her roommate's problems and watching Stepmom. I think a change is in order.